After much too long a time, I finally managed to put together Grand's stupid running machine. Peaches took out her kid leash and strapped him to it like Rider James used to do to her. Not that I would know, that's just what Donnie said. So that's gotta be right because he's the only person left with any living brain cells in the entire story.
He called them kinky. I think.
Anyway, after that Donnie took me downstairs to the drink mix lab and I helped him make it. When we finished, I asked him if I could try it, but he said his isn't for kids. It made me mad but I didn't want to fight with Donnie because he was a super hottie.
After we finished the drink mix we went upstairs to find Peaches trying to make boyfriends with one of the customers. The customer was tall and really skinny and bald. He had funny scabs on his face. "I don't mind your acne, I promise!" my mother was begging.
Grand was still slaving away, but he looked like he was going to die. And I think he got fatter. I'm a sad excuse and a bad influence, but I had mercy and snuck over to unplug the machine. It stopped right away and my brother collapsed. He actually slipped and fell flat on his face.
The loose tooth that he'd been whining about shot out of his mouth and hit Peaches in the eye. She got off the customer with the acne right away, sat on the floor and cried.
"I hate you Grand! You fat, ugly piece of *****!" she yelled, holding her eye as she curled up on the floor in the fetal position. "I hope you get AIDS!"
"You have to get laid to get AIDS, Peaches." Donnie rolled his eyes and took the customer out of the house. "No one would touch Grand with a mile long stick."
"Nobody in Canada uses the imperial system of measurement." Grand huffed, sitting on his run thing. "Nobody would touch me with a one point six kilometre long sick."
"No one asked you, Grand, you stupid!" Peaches was still crying like a little baby. She was so obnoxious and I hated her.
"No one would touch you with a three point two kilometre stick mommy, you be quiet over there." he shook his head and the two of us high fived because that was a really good burn.
When I pulled my hand away if was covered in carbs.
I started to cry.
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Life Without My Mate
WerewolfSEQUEL TO REJECTED BY MY MATE Seven years later, Peaches Jane lives in the attic of a drink mix dealer, crying dramatically over irrelevant things. Her children have led lives of pitiful poverty and no education. Follow Tall, Venti and Grande Jane...
